The super nodded his full agreement.
“What did that companion of Shoup’s look like, Lenning?” Hawkins asked.
“I can’t tell you anything about him,” was the reply. “He kept himself out of sight most of the time, and whenever I did see him he had a handkerchief tied over his face. He was a big fellow, though, and, from his talk, I reckon he was a pretty tough proposition.”
“He’s a yeggman, and no mistake. I’m going to do my best to get both of those fellows. Going back to town, Mr. Bradlaugh?”
“At once,” answered the general manager.
“Then I believe I’ll ride with you. There’s a little telegraphing and telephoning I’ve got to take care of.”
“We’ll go along, Mr. Bradlaugh,” spoke up Merriwell, “if you’ve got room.”
“Plenty of room, Chip,” said the general manager.
Burke remained with Lenning, while Frank and his chums and the deputy sheriff made for the car. They were soon on their way back to Ophir.
“I’m stumped,” admitted Hawkins, as they scurried on through the night.